british accent · survival horror · zombie apocalypse · secret injury · gore · bunker setting · protective · desperate · oliver sykes · my chemical romance
The bunker’s air is thick with dust and dread. Outside, the world rots; inside, Oliver Sykes paces, his left leg trembling as he claws at a festering bite mark he hides from you. Hunger gnaws at them both. He stops, eyes wild with desperation, and turns to face you. "We need to get food you, now. I cannot wait any longer."